Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?

20 March 2012

Here is all about how happy I was yesterday.

I was happy that happy Gustavo could not miss a dogwalk contact or pole entrance, and could do these things running his very, very fastest when we practiced. And that Otterpop was happy which made her bark and run fast and stick on to her teeter totters and that Ruby was happy and did some tunnels without bashing into them.

And even though it was my day off, I was happy to go out to work afterwards because we were all so happy to see the sun.

But most of all, what made me happiest of all, like as happy as that little yellow bird that used to dance around on Snoopy's dog house until I guess Snoopy finally shot him for being so damn happy, was how happy I was when the damp, sandy, muddy, dirty, hairy dog filth got sucked away into the car wash shop vac and out of my car.

Laura Hartwick, Captain

Many people around Santa Cruz know Laura as the lady with all those little black dogs. Many people know her as a horse trainer. Many people know her as the artist with the small brushes. Many people know her as that hoity graphic designer.
None of them would be wrong.
All the dogs of Team Small Dog, righteously awesome.
Laura Hartwick is usually a nice person. Except when she isn't. Be nice, don't bite, and run faster.